Feyra nodded and turned on her heel. She led Shiba to the washing place and took a piece of cloth. She then washed the dirt off his shoes, before she demanded the trousers.
"Fine. It's warm enough anyway," Shiba said, taking off his trousers. Underneath, he wore some linen trousers that had luckily survived the whole ordeal. There were no stains on them or any holes.
Alright... Let's begin. I hadn't expected they would be that dirty... Guess that also came form the fall... Aside from that... I should ask him about that later again. In the garden, there should be less people.
Feyra scrubbed the leaves against the trousers. Shiba watched her, deeply intrigued by what Feyra was doing.
"What are you using? I've never seen anyone scrub leaves against clothes to clean them."
"Those? Those are leaves from a specific plant. They're also known as the blood plant, earning their name from being able to remove dried blood from clothes," Feyra said, looking at the trousers.
